full moon musings

full moon musings

winter’s come to an end
and śiśira, the indian pre-spring season has arrived.
cold still lingers in the wind, unseen
and feebly buffets the lining of our skin.

laden with memories of this winter past
and dreams of coming
i let myself to just be. languid and wistful.
knowing, the moon, full and restful,
is musing in the sky too.

. . .

monday nightfall
the twentyfifth

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -